Lab #3

Part One: Identifying a writer’s voice

1. The author that I brought in today is Candace Bushnell who is the writing of Meet Carrie before Sex and the City, as well as many other  novels.
2. Some techniques that Candace Bushnell uses and short and to the point sentences. She makes each sentence interesting that would make the reader want to know what will happen next. The vocabulary she uses is quite simple, whereas she makes it sound that the main character, high school student Carrie is the one who wrote the book and she is writing things down in a diary or talking aloud to herself.

Part Two: Memoir

Ice is very dangerous as well as garbage bins. It was a few days before winter break in the 9th grade and I was walking to my bus stop early in the morning. I never minded walking because my best friend Hilary would be there and we would wake each other up. It was freezing so Hilary’s dad decided to drive her and wait in his car until the bus arrived, they nicely asked if I wanted to go into the car so I would not freeze. As I was going in to the car, I slipped right onto black ice and flew in the air and landed directly on my ‘butt’. So embarrassing, I know!

I was in shock and was in so much pain. Hilary’s father was nice enough to drive me back to my house where my father drove me to the Children’s Hospital. Surprisingly, slipping on my ‘butt’ was not the worst part. My dad got me a bag of frozen beans and I placed it into my sweatpants lying on my ‘butt’. In the moment I was in so much pain and then I realized I will need to sit for probably an hour until I get to the hospital due to traffic.

Finally as I got to the hospital, I was taken right away because the tail bone (which is where I fell) is connected to the spine. I was slowly walking o the x-ray area when people started to laugh, that is when I noticed the ice of the beans have melted and look like I made an ‘accident’ in my pants! OH MY GOD! I needed to put of a hospital gown, luckily so my dad could dry the wet stain that was left on my sweatpants. The x-ray finally arrived and I did not know was to expect. I thought possibly it was bruised and would heal but no. My coccyx was broken! I thought my life would be over, I would miss so much school, how could I sit for so many hours in a day with a broken ‘butt’?! The doctor told me there are special donut pillows that people use in these circumstances and I would need to bring it to every class AND I would be on crutches for two weeks!

I get to school the following day and everyone is freaking out wondering what happened. I then went to class and I received a new nickname; Pillow Girl!

Part Three: Object

I never thought that I could fall and slip on ice. I thought that only happened in movies. Until one sunny morning, ice is the reason that started my embarrassing and very long grade nine winter break. Ice is very slippery, very cold, very wet; although there are some ice that are camouflaged into the pavement where it is called black ice. Black ice is something that is much more slippery and looks like there is nothing there.

Part Four: Location

One bright and sunny yet a freezing Montreal winter morning, which happened to be  a week before winter break was the day I broke my ‘butt’. I was walking to my bus sop that is only a three minute walk from my house where I would meet up with my friend Hilary. Her father decided to drive her to the bus stop that morning due to all he ice on the ground. As Hilary was waiting for the bus in her dad’s warm escalade car with seat warmers inside, they asked me if I would like to come in. The bus stop happened to be on the corner of two well known street in Dollard-des-Ormeaux, Manuel and Roger-Pilon where the sidewalk curves slightly. That morning was right after a ice and snow storm the day before where he city of Dollard obviously did no clean up he snow yet. I needed to step over a huge snow bank that was extremely shinny due to the ice covering the snow and was getting a reflection from the sun. The two seconds that would take to get into the car, actually took one second to slip on black ice that was camouflaged into the sidewalk that caused me to slip and fall directly onto my ‘butt’. That corner where this all happened, where I broke my ‘butt’.

Part Five: Person

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Part Six: Cultural or Ethnic heritage

Dollard-des-Ormeaux has a circle just where the ‘Jews’ live. We all live walking distance from each other. We are also the complainers of the suburb when we disagree with what the city does. Our parents are always worshipping their children and always want what is best for them, and if ever us children get injured, it is as if i’s the end of the world! One sunny early morning, right after a huge ice and snow storm, a Jewish child would expect their parents to drive them to the bus so nothing dangerous would happen. Unfortunately, that day my dad did not bring me and I got injured. My very good friend Hilary who also lives in the ‘Jew Circle’ of D.D.O. and her father who is very protective drove her to the bus. Obviously the city never came to clean up the stow or but salt on the roads and as a Jewish person living in Dollard, now that is what I would mostly complain about. Ice was all over the streets that were very visibly seen expect for one par. It was black ice. I was getting into Hilary’s father’s car and that is when I slipped. I slipped on black ice while it was a very busy morning on the streets due to the Jewish parents bringing their children to the bus stops or even driving them to school. Everyone stopped and stared, they were freaking out just like I would expect any Jewish mother to react.

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